She walked forward into the light and he drew closer until they were circling one-another. His clawed fingers twitched and the tip of his tail was trembling.

"I'm going to find the Firebird and break our bond, and I'm gonna do it without you, and I'm not gonna let you cause any more problems!" She was yelling at him now but Silver seemed to ignore that.

"And I'm the only one you can kill," Phoebe spat. She shouldn't be letting him out at all, let alone to take her life, but she recalled—not for the first time—how he'd torn her shoulder open on the day they met. She wanted him to bite down on her again, and the complete ridiculousness of that desire made her want to bite him right back. Was this what Julia had expected?

Silver stood there with a little smile on his skeletal face. She hoped that she could keep him under control. She hoped that her peace offering would help.

He closed in on her suddenly, invading her personal space to the point that the sides of their muzzles brushed together. Phoebe trembled- out of anticipation, not fear. She could feel his breath against her fur. And then, as though something pulled taut had finally snapped, they both moved.

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She's so messy